All Chapters of Pregnant With My Twin Sister’s Fiancé’s Baby: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

My mother's summons came via text: My house. Now. We need to talk. There were no emojis. No pleasantries. Just a command from the general to her least favorite soldier. I stared at the screen, my hand resting instinctively over my stomach. I should have known Sienna couldn't keep a secret that useful. She had held onto the ultrasound photo for exactly one week—long enough to feel powerful, short enough to ensure maximum damage before the wedding. The drive to the Stone estate usually filled me with a low-level anxiety. Today, it felt like driving to my own execution. I pulled my beat-up sedan into the circular driveway, parking behind my father’s pristine Bentley. The house loomed above me—a sprawling, manicured testament to my family's obsession with appearances. It was beautiful, cold, and utterly hollow. I took a deep breath. For the baby, I told myself. You’re strong enough for this. I didn't bother knocking. I used my key, the heavy oak door swinging open to reveal the sile

The office gossip mill was efficient. By Monday morning, everyone knew Noah West's Aston Martin had been parked outside my crumbling Brooklyn brownstone until noon on Sunday.I walked into NeXus with my head down, clutching my bag like a shield. I could feel the eyes on me. It wasn't paranoia; it was a palpable weight. The usual morning chatter near the elevators died down the moment I swiped my badge, replaced by a silence that screamed louder than any shout.Did you see the photos on Twitter?The CEO and the contractor?I heard he carried her out of the building on Friday.I kept my eyes fixed on the floor numbers as the elevator rose. My stomach was doing gymnastics, and for once, it wasn't just the morning sickness. It was the suffocating pressure of being watched.I made a beeline for the breakroom, desperate for a ginger tea."Spill. Everything. Now."Lily cornered me before I could even reach the kettle. She blocked the exit, her arms crossed, her expression a mix of best-frien

I'd never told anyone the full story. Not Marcus. Not James. Somehow, sitting across from Aria in a booth at a twenty-four-hour diner, the words came.The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, a stark contrast to the dim intimacy of the prenatal class, but it felt safer here. The smell of grease and coffee was grounding.Aria was picking at a plate of cheese fries—her current craving—but her eyes were fixed on me. They were intelligent, probing eyes that seemed to see past the suit and the CEO title."Can I ask you something?" she said, dipping a fry into a terrifying amount of ketchup."You can ask," I said, leaning back against the red vinyl seat. "I might not answer."She smiled faintly. "Why are you so determined to be involved? I mean... really involved. Coming to classes, reading books, stocking crackers. Most men in your position—billionaire, bachelor, secret baby—would write a check and run for the hills. Or at least hire a nanny to deal with the messy parts."I stared at my bla

The project deadline was midnight. Our restraint lasted until 10:00 PM.NeXus Gaming Studios was a ghost town. The rows of desks were dark, the monitors sleeping black squares, the usual hum of activity replaced by the low, rhythmic thrum of the HVAC system.Only one office was lit.Inside the glass walls of the executive suite, Noah and I were waging war against a narrative branching bug that threatened to delay the Aether expansion launch."It's in the dialogue tree," I muttered, rubbing my eyes. "The flag isn't triggering for the 'Betrayal' ending.""It's not the tree," Noah argued, leaning over my shoulder to point at the code on my screen. "It's the state machine. Look at line 4052."He was too close.He had discarded his suit jacket hours ago. His white dress shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing forearms that I had spent far too much time staring at during our prenatal classes.As he pointed at the screen, his chest brushed against m

Aria's voicemail said it was urgent. I got to her apartment in record time.I broke two traffic laws and terrified a cab driver in the process, but I didn't care. Her voice—trembling, terrified, breathless—was playing on a loop in my head. I need to talk to you. It's about Sienna.I took the stairs to her fourth-floor apartment two at a time. My heart was hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs, a feeling I hadn't experienced since the day I launched NeXus. This wasn't business stress. This was primal fear.I pounded on her door. "Aria? It's Noah."The lock clicked instantly. The door swung open.She stood there, wrapped in a blanket, her hair messy, her face blotchy and tear-stained. She looked beautiful. She looked shattered."Noah," she breathed.I stepped inside and kicked the door shut behind me. I scanned her instantly—checking for injuries, checking for signs of physical distress."What happened?" I demanded, my hands hovering near her shoulders but not touching her yet. "Ar